Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
cv313,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.